The Boyfriend didn’t have an insulin reaction yesterday morning, which was good because I wasn’t here to help him out. Since the university was on fall break Monday and Tuesday, we were only open from 8 to 5, much to the consternation of a few students who apparently planned to settle in for a long evening of studying.
I woke him up before I left and made him check his blood sugar. He tested at a nearly perfect 88. You’d have thought I’d be happy about that, but instead I just wondered how much it would drop a couple of hours after I left. But it didn’t. He checked in at noon and he was only down to 87. Whatever he did Monday night worked.
But I must be getting pessimistic about these things, because as tired as I was last night, I’m wide awake at 5:30 this morning, listening to him snoring and wondering if (or when) he’s going to start shaking and sweating. On the one hand, it might be interesting to see what, if any, things lead up to the point where I’m startled from sleep. On the other hand, I’d give almost anything to BE asleep in the first place.
Oh well. It’s not like I have anywhere to be until late afternoon tomorrow. The house is quiet right now and it’s really the perfect opportunity to work on my research paper.
Or maybe just rest my eyes for a moment….
If the Sandman visits over there, can you please tell him to visit me next before you go under?